Once again we find ourselves in the smothering grip of televised piety. Our TV screens are oozing salvation to keep us distracted from the madness that surrounds us. On empty stomachs, we seek ways to kill the only thing we can often lawfully kill – TIME. In the holy month of fasting, everything seems so slow; even death takes its time in coming except if you are a Palestinian living in Gaza. Western media often finds it expedient to change “murder” to “killing”, especially when it serves to soften the impact of sudden death delivered via missiles by Israel to a people living in abject captivity in their own land. In order to make murder more palatable to western sensitivities, when a missile rips through a house in Gaza killing all 8 innocent inhabitants, it is called a ‘mistake’. In our vidas locas, one death can be worth a hell lot more than one life. In a time and place of irrationality, we are told to bear our tribulations with fortitude and courage as justice and fine living awaits us in the after-life. I will leave you to figure that one out as is not my intention to help you make up your mind.
Those who complain of Israeli brutality can at times suffer from a strange kind amnesia; shall I begin real close to the skin? Does Model Town Lahore ring any bells? A contingent of Punjab Police, led by a known thug and criminal, attacks unarmed men and women with the ferocity and violence rarely seen anywhere in the world. We witnessed on our TV screens, as is the curse of our mad lives, in live – the savage beatings and cold blooded murder of ordinary citizens. The horrific images are played over and over on our TV screens for 9 hours and the man in charge, CM Shahbaz Sharif, says he was unaware of what was happening. Despite hundreds of hours’ worth of graphic and clear evidence, Shahbaz finds it hard to ‘see’ who is culpable, so in true Pakistani tradition, a commission is established to fornicate with truth and time until all is forgotten. Could I ask everyone holding a stone to put it down please; you do not really want to walk on broken glass.
If unlawful death was a commodity, Karachi would be a factory. It is hard to pay attention to single-digit deaths in Karachi anymore; the grim reaper works overtime to earn our condemnation and sorrow when double-digit deaths visit the city with clockwork regularity. What surprises me is our determined insistence on seeking divine solutions to human misery; so we keep counting our prayers on date stones that slip through our fingers into a large heap of anaesthetic fatalism. We suffer from selective outrage simply because we can. In a land where our jails have classes, it is utterly stupid to suggest that all lives are worth the same number of deaths. Rich and powerful politicians spend time in comfortable and classy jail rooms to boost their credentials as leaders. The dire hypocrisy we live under is the exact thing we accuse others of on the international scene. The obvious thing to say would be, let us fix our own house first – but what is the point of that? Anyone can state the obvious.
Is it not obvious that the thousands of people murdered, tortured and jailed in Egypt have little to show for their sacrifices? You will need an electron microscope to discern the change that has happened in Egypt from Mubarak to Sissi – an Egyptian desire for freedom and democracy has died at birth; strangled by the ‘sacred’ military octopus. There are many myths that surround Egyptian military but the only wars they have won have been against their own people.
Sadly Egypt is not unique in this sense; everywhere in the Islamic world; state of the art weapons bought from the West and East are almost exclusively used to kill and maim people who paid for these weapons through taxes for their own protection. Have you ever heard of a developed Western nation bombing its own people with fighter jets? How has it come to pass that the bombs that rain from the sky over Pakistanis, Iraqis and Syrians, for example, are courtesy of their own governments?
The campaign of indiscriminate murder that Israel is conducting in Gaza and West Bank is truly reprehensible but it is not very different from what many Islamic countries are doing to their own people. All human life is valuable; in my perfect world, I imagine the life of an Iraqi, a Brit, an Israeli and a Pakistani to be equal – worthy of respect and protection. As a human, I suspect we are born with an innate ability to seek perfection; so I will not give up on hope yet.
It is time to return to my vida loca and so must you.